An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

petals of the lilies, already showing small brown spots along the edges.

“I need to think about it,” I said.

She stood up quickly, her fingers clutching the strap of her leather purse.

“Don’t take too long, sweetie, because the reservation at the valley clinic only holds until three o’clock.”

She left the door slightly open when she walked out of the room.continue reading …